Semua Bab Baby: Bab 41 - Bab 50

I woke up to a drilling, coming from outside. This one of the few reasons I hated the city. There was no respect for sleep. Even on weekends, you'd hear honking, crashing, drilling, pounding, you name it. They better fix whatever they were attempting to fix, or I was going to send a very angry letter to the city. Why can't it start after nine in the morning, when the rush hour and everyone else is already at their jobs. I groaned and stood in front of the mirror. At least my skin looked decent, no pimples or, oh wait, there was one right on my left cheek, I could poke it now but if I did it wrong I could anger the thing and double its size. I'll just apply make-up over it and forget about the darn thing. Apparently, today too was going to be bad, I felt like a zombie, even after my first coffee. I dressed like I felt, gray colors and dark shades. Even the girls at work avoided me, no friendly talk, no gossip. All I wanted to do was be done and go back to bed, go back

  I'm running. I am literary running. I'm evading trees, dogs, and people. It's like that scene in a movie when the main character is late for work, and she just goes on flash mode and runs all over the city and gets there on time.  Which is not my case.  I'm getting weird looks. I can't believe it.  I'm so damn late.  I had demanded to be wooed, and now, I'm as late as anyone can be. I'm late to my such wooing. He sent flowers and then proceeded to call to let me know the time and place where our first official date would occur. Our first date. I felt like I might faint. I sweating, my dress is stuck to my back and my hair; well, I'm not worried about that right now. There's nothing I can do but just get there. I'm stopping e

 "Liam! Yoo-hoo! Liam Westbrook."Jesus Christ. I can't believe my damn luck. I cannot pretend like I didn't hear her yelling my name. Everyone in a walking radio has stopped to take a lot at the little scene she's causing.My ears do not mistake me. It is her, running in my direction, on those unbelievable high and pointy heels. Her tits bounced in slow motion, threatening to spill out of her fantastic cleavage. Is it a miracle she hasn't toppled over the sidewalk, or that a crazed man hasn't toppled over and snatched her? She's the human version of Jessica Rabbit, minus the red hair.How do women manage to move gracefully in those shoes? I have no idea, but they do look good on them? I wonder how my Dolores would look with pointy shoes like those; for sure her ass would look magnificent. I have to find out. As soon as she's standing right in front of me, my current fantasy disappears, and a feeling of apprehension clouds mouth thoughts."Da

"Well fuck," I can't stand this. About an hour ago, I was buying her jewelry, thinking it would be okay with me consenting her a little bit, and this situation turns up, and she denies my help? Fucking unbelievable. "Don't fucking mind me then." "You're cursing too." I can't. Not with her. I can't argue with her. One minute she's crying in my arms now she's pushing me away and telling me she doesn't need me. "What do you want me to do then?" Whatever she thought boyfriends should do, she got it wrong. I'm in this for good, I don't know her, but I saw myself with her in the near future with the forever thing tied together. "I don't know. Right now, I don't know anything." We just sit there. I'm far too infuriating thing straight. I just wanted to offer my help to keep her close. I would have never thought of this reaction. "I have been looking for another job, ever since Beck-." "Don't say his fucking name." The sole mention of the litt

"No.""Why? Why the hell not?"Yes. Why the hell not? There wasn't a valid reason that I could think of. We had already done that sleep-together thing; Liam even groped me while pretending to be asleep. Am I taking things too far? Just because I was fired and my life is currently upside down, it doesn't mean I get to be a bitch with him. He is only trying to help me, and I'm being a bitch."Fine." He seemed surprised and then way too happy. "No funny business.""I can't promise anything.""Liam.""Dolores."Child.I give up. I give up. Liam can do whatever he wants. There was no way I was going to win. I sighed and walked to his bed and lay down. Curling into a fetal position. We had been fighting about the same thing for far too long, and I had no energy to continue. Maybe tomorrow, I could figure out a way to make h